If they were done sparring, City needed to tear down the ropes around the area, in great of losing the rope whenever the hotel decided to change locations. It had taken a lot to get the collection of thicknesses for the various training she wished to replicate.
Knocking her borrowed sword on the toe of her boots, Ciri always looked like she was ready to go home, rarely styling herself in "modern" clothing that was available. She felt more comfortable in her leathers and tunics. White strands fell along the scar on her cheek as she looked around them. The woods had gotten quiet suddenly.
"We could go eat, but I don't mind listening either." Having someone not from your home to talk to could always be helpful.